shape of breath


inhale...
exhale...
It is so light with every breath, so subtle that I sometimes forget it is there. In this breath I want to feel the shape of the soul. Does the soul take shape through breath? Or there is no soul at all?


I am the child of air and wind, the daughter of water and earth. I defy time and immortality. Because I will forever pass and become.

From the poem'' The Cloud'' bz Percy Bysshe Shelley

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